Archives: March 2005
Wed Mar 30, 2005
Pizza Plus!
In this age of electronic tracking, could THIS happen?
Very funny, if not frightening!
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Tue Mar 29, 2005
Proud Father
It is a wonderful event when you can witness your child grow and
achieve goals. My daughter, 17, called me today to let me know she had
done so with her most ambitious goal yet in life. This fall, she will
be attending Wake Forest University.
I am so proud of her. Tears still rest in my eyes while a smile curls my cheeks.
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Mon Mar 28, 2005
Easter Thoughts
I don't often post 'overtly' religious writings here. This space is
intended to be more open and inclusive than religious discussions can
often become. There is another place on my domain for those types of
thoughts; Dogma. Recently a friend, who happens to be a Friend, sent me a nice piece about spiritual growth. I've posted it over at Dogma. Whatever your belief, it might be worth a read...or not.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled Theophany...
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Sun Mar 27, 2005
Contemplating Easter 2005
Through time we pass. Each tick of the manufactured time-piece carries
us to the next step, the next piece of our journey. We have decided
that there are 86,400 seconds in each day and with the click of the
86,400th second a new day is born. Each moment is unique, like a
gushing stream who’s churning and course defies repetition. Yet,
patterns emerge. Steady and regular rhythms of comfort and cycles of
familiarity.
It is Easter, again. My wife and family have returned home. The
loneliness and solitude of the past week have been replaced with the
common, if not always easy, task of communication and expectation. The
lilies will be upon the altars of worship houses today. Voices will
proclaim lofty and worthy ideas of resurrected life, meaning through
suffering and the proclamation of ultimate and meaningful victory.
My body feels stillness and within my spirit churns. What voice can
come to me today and speak, again, of valued and powerful truth? What
reading, hymn, or thought might bring anew the patterns of old that I
might find peace rise and hope soar? Where in these passing 86,400
clicks of today will the Divine speak?
How does the gift of Easter arrive this time within my journey?
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Mon Mar 21, 2005
Swirls of Feeling
The strange thing is, what I am feeling is a mix of excitement and loneliness.
I am alone this week. My son will be darting in and out, but the rest
of the family is scattered along the East coast. It is amazing how
quiet it can be here. The two dogs are very needy. I guess going from a
dozen or so petting hands to only two makes for want.
I know how they feel. This week is to be one of work and a return to my
exercise routine. Last month found me getting the results of an MRI on
my back. The pain had been regular and intense these past two-three
months. I've been in physical therapy for three weeks now, and the
results are amazing. I feel so much better that I began a return to my
exercise routine today. Work is taking off, and since I truly enjoy my
career I find spending a bit longer at the tasks of the day an
enjoyable distraction.
That is it. It isn't excitement I am feeling. The emotion is the
intensity of my distractions churning over the loneliness. Thing
is...I’m ok knowing that. After all, what are distractions for?
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Wed Mar 16, 2005
Wondering...
why is there Braille on the drive through ATM that I use weekly?
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Tue Mar 15, 2005
Four Little Pills
Four little pills
Colors fade to hues of gray, leaving me
amazed at the simplicity of things in this moment. No more pain. No
more clarity. Just shades, numbness. I see my hands, foreign members of
my fading self. Grasping at nothing, except for memories of the lines
of your absent face, I reach for the gentle curve of your chin, to
cradle you in the crest of my hand, again, once more. As all fades,
somehow this memory remains, lasting, clinging to my being while all
else falls, empty, a fluttering shadow. You are the last to go. You are
the last remaining remnant of life, you and my pain of losing you. In
the end, it is the last of life that I know, giving way to those final
four little pills.
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Sat Mar 05, 2005
Can You Play A Game With Me?
Found this over at MoodyMom. Post your answers in the comments. If you're a blogger, pass it on!
Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5.
Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your
closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is
closest.
“Where would the forest tribes get metal?” Tol said. “Taken from those they’ve slain.?
“Perhaps, Or perhaps the foresters have found someone to supply them,” Felryn suggested darkly.
With a minimum of fuss and no noble speeches, the rescue expedition
slipped into the woods. The trees closed in behind them, and Zivilyn’s
Carpet was quickly lost from sight.
The Great Green was denser than any forest Tol had ever seen. Ancient
trees stretched lordly limbs up to the sky, blotting out the sun. The
glare and heat of day gave way to a sort of muted twilight.
(from “A Warrior’s Journey,” by Paul Thompson and Tonya C. Cook.)
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